Memory

I have the worst memory, which is a fact that causes me great sadness.  I have lost so many once-cherished memories from my childhood- the years pass and the details just grow foggier, and foggier, until there is almost nothing left.

But the one thing that never fades, is the immense feeling of love that I remember from my younger years.  That is something that is impossible to forget...it stays with me everywhere I go, and it has completely shaped who I have become.  I think about this quite a bit these days as I am now responsible for shaping a new life...one that I want to be filled with memories of love.

He may not remember the specifics of these early years, but he will remember the love, and the fact that I worked hard to incorporate him into my daily adventures.  Like our day yesterday...spent exploring art galleries and museums, having lunch with friends, laughing, talking, learning, experiencing.

We visited the New Bedford gallery of our friend (and potter extraordinaire) Charlie, whose gorgeous work I first spotted during my book writing adventures.  We then made our way to the Whaling Museum, where the little one was completely taken with the enormous whale skeletons hanging from the ceiling.

It was a day of memory making...whether he will remember or not.  Perhaps that is why I have come to cherish this space, which acts as a journal, cataloging all that we do together with words and images.  Maybe there will be a day in the distant future where my boy, all grown up, will come back to this space and read of all that we did together.  And I hope he will read in between the lines, and feel my immense love for the life we are living together.